YOU IN PURGATORY

Warily I have known
the gates you guard
Fierce-Proud
Like Silkwood
or
literary McMurphy
it’s bureaucratic countenance
I know is the true facade

I do not wish
to let loose
those in asylums
(though had I my ‘drothers
you’d spend a night in one)

Do you hear the screams
bursting from seams
mitochondrii torn
with dignity plundered?

I cry on the hill now
gasp for air
known too long
pollution seen from
venues far removed
from the Obvious

It’s your hearts
not
rules and walls
I’ve so sought
to touch-honor
tear down
Yet my Death-
or, at least, Banishment
you want soon
more than I want
Love

c2011 GC Cameron
for Grazina Zaleski and Others

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